Dear Junior

I need to learn to appreciate the small things in life... but you are so big- A theory, dream, a figment of my imagination. You give me your best and I beat and bruise myself incapable of giving and giving in empty, hollow, and souless I wish I had something to share but I am wounded, flesh scathing in the sunlight, Broken glass across the pavement, a heart beating irregularly. And here you are with your steady hand- My medicine, the pill I will swallow Numb the pain, ease the stress. Even though I am less without you, I can feel myself growing whole, my bones relax, pulse steadies, and muscles hum. I'm telling you I need you, I'm telling you I'm codependant, But I'm whispering that I love you.